Flat and silent the ocean lies
pequod's captured in a lull
no gentle breeze blows in the sails
heated by a salty carpet from above
the crew's emaciated,survival tough
giant billows bear a mighty whiteness
screams from the outlook : whale ahead !
i want this whale,i want it dead !
hysteria on upper deck
rabid flames in Ahab's eyes
hustle and bustle,drag and pull
panic afferts the whaler's moves
the harpoon slashes the water's surface
diving into darkness the prey escapes
swallowed by the sea
starboard lies calm
portside full of wrath
possessed by unhuman anger
the heart brawly pumps the blood
through the marionette of rage
Ahab's visage runs red
i want this whale,i want it dead
a fin erupts from the abyss
proudly undulates the flesh
reaches bright horizons
inviolable,manorial
an arrow loosens.
and spirit's away.
